Short Fares Poems
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Allah has EL AL in his hand
The First Class fares don't understand
The pilot and crew
Don't care who has who
They just want the airplane to land
Sun ripe and rotten flavor.
Thousand seconds gone as panic blares.
Shown in laughter calls and scalding winters.
Throw emotion to the wolves and see how it fares.
Emoted investment
dividends high
Buying then selling
as spirit contrives
Unlimited resource
consciousness fares
In debits and credits
— whose riches ensnare
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
St. Patrick's Day
My cousin went joyfully to Ireland,
A first trip with her best friend, Tim Roland;
Joining fares on Paddy’s Day,
He viewed all green the whole day,
She shouted joyfully, “I love Greenland!”
Of windowed light, what's let in
Summer's, may you blind.
As to what eyes' truth, behind
Numbly, coldly stares.
Stay wary, through butterfly's
Flame-speedy deceit;
In the form of this conceit
Everyone, in joy, fares.
Her fares
Feed my fainting frame.
Her genial gesture
Graces my gut.
Her beauty
Bands my body.
Her care
Clads my clay.
Her spirituality
Spurs my spirit.
Her tender talk
Tickles my thought.
Her conviviality
Is my compliment.
Penelope Fairchild,
Penelope bares!
Penelope bears child,
Penelope cares!
Penelope Fairchild,
Penelope fares!
Penelope's fair child,
Penelope stares!
Penelope Fairchild,
Penelope glares!
Penelope's fair child,
Penelope scares!
Tollgates on redemption road
calling out my name
Turnstiles of a fated past ...
exiting the blame
Looking back all fares are paid
new pathways to begin
Eyes now closing, heart at rest
— salvation free within
(My Son Trystan & I — April 16, 2024)
Passion Fierce female flower particular popular Fair
Perfect passion fares finest flower purple passion rare
Pretty powerful female flower
Pointed pale passionate flirty fine
Passion Farris female flower
4/22/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
Two parts worth a share
Two shares, without a care
Two cares, feelings laid bare
Two bears, load lighter fare
Two fares, frugality must pair
Two pairs, progeny in lair
Two lairs, income to spare
Two spares, equity to declare
Two declares, faithful in prayer
Two prayers, escape temptation's snare
The roads are blocked from here to there,
drivers are gridlocked with despair,
traffic pollution’s everywhere,
ask the coroner, ask the mayor,
fellow commuters, could sometimes share,
use yellow buses, if fares are fair,
one thing’s for certain, please be aware,
Greater Manchester needs clean air.
"That's been tampered with, quite obviously too."
"But it's all I've got mate, until the next one comes through."
It's a bit of a joke, cruel as well.
I'm taking my one pound ten straight down to ell'.
S**t I've passed my stop, quickly press the bell.
Hey Fred, if there's free bus fares down there, do tell.
Change fills the air,
Here as we stroll;
Imprints and fares,
Noisy trades poll;
Ancient affairs,
Tales of China;
Old alleys bare,
Wild agendas;
Note the bazaars,
Treats on the streets;
A kindred star,
Lanes that now greet;
Explore quaint food,
Sense ample good.
Leon Enriquez
29 October 2014
Singapore
My old man's diary
Shows fragments of thoughts;
Such simple entries
The plain obvious sort.
Thoughts from old times past
Records of outlay;
Ancient scripts laid last
In those fleeting days.
A simple journey
Where fares were but few,
Basic tact surely
In pages not new.
Leon Enriquez
31 August 2015
Singapore
My ticket punched, the fares been paid,
a train sits waiting, rails now laid
My ticket punched, the past on hold,
a future scorned, the present bold
My ticket punched, the whistle blows,
its light shines distant, truth aglow
My ticket punched, a burning thirst,
a heart to quench—new tracks in search
(Villanova Station: March, 2017)
Swift as air, the jet took me back.....
to my roots.
The pre-Thanksgiving fares to Philly sucked me in,
like mom's Hoover vacuum.
And Lady Luck, her diamonds catching the rays of a thousand moonlit nights,
held my hand,
when I stayed with an old childhood friend.
Together we walked the fields near the murky river,
and lamented what never became.
Form:
Her name is Alexis what a temptress
It started with lustful stares
That led to making out on the stairs
And sharing cab fares
God surly answered my prayers
No one else compares
Many years have faded but her presence still glares
And her love still flares
My life forever shared
With Alexis my wife the only one who truly cared
3/14/2017
My ticket punched, my fares been paid,
the train sits waiting, rails now laid
My ticket punched, the whistle blows,
its light shines distant, truth aglow
My ticket punched, the past on hold,
the future scorned, the present bold
My ticket punched, a burning thirst,
—a heart to quench, new tracks in search
(Villanova Station: March, 2017)
Journeys begin
From deep within
See that wise man
Who works a plan
Once thought a fool
Yet now looks cool
See that mad sage
Who looks his age
Once in the dark
Now swirls fling sparks
See that sad state
Empty fills fate
Once upon jest
Pun stole the fest
See all these cares
Heavy our fares
Leon Enriquez
29 November 2014
Singapore
Start
Dear heart
To touch art
Know
Fine glow
That now shows
Dare
To stare
As tact fares
Curl
Then hurl
Cheer that swirls
Play
To stay
Joy that pays
See
Poise free
What may be
Think
Fond links
As fear sinks
Find
Pure mind
That fate signs
Rhymes
In time
Forge new chimes
Be
Then see
How love frees
Leon Enriquez
26 April 2016
Singapore
WORD:
Upon
life's journey
of many paths
you will come across
many forks in the road.
Choose wisely, says the Bible.
The one walking with the wise will
become wise, but the one who wastes his
time dealing with the stupid fares badly.
Keep these words in mind and do not be blinded.
Hold fast to your integrity, let the world see
you walk the path of righteousness with clear conscience.
The water’s gray and so’s the sky
And all the buildings passing by
As well as cars and people’s clothes –
The gray’s contagious, I suppose.
Yet two exceptions pierce the gloom,
Intentionally, you’d assume –
The yellow of the school bus fleet
And taxi cabs with fares to meet.
Though just for fall, some golden trees
Join forces on these yellow sprees
To brighten up a dismal day
When (mostly) everything is gray.
Ceremonies for festivals
Rainbow colours
Dress the streets,
People in their latest best
Matching paints of salon fares
Made to look like a picture book.
Shoes shinning reflecting
Cleansed ‘soul’
Or ‘sole’ not worn.
White teeth glittering
In the shinning street,
Laughter filling every space
With voices trailing along the way.
Ceremonies for festivities
Only for a day.
Smiles then vanish
Into the setting festive air.
Cadence calls collective clans
ricochet playful katydid
not crackle his crocodile skin.
Crazy kids combine their fares
for riding rickety RinTinTins
out zipping their yipping files.
Corny crackers crash their lines
lickety slippery splat
finishing race far much too soon
before fine ladies grow fat.
Cadence cries corrective crams
flippety flying frying fins
falling their crowns upside down
while mothers cry for their sins.
Butterflies dance in mid air
Watch them you'll see them twirl,
And swirl.
There's two, some times three which makes this
So far from ordinaire.
Nothing can compare
As the wind helps the butterflies whirl.
Butterflies dance in mid air
Watch them you'll see them twirl
As they go through our thorough fares of flowers With flair.
Watch how they pirl.
This is so much fun girl.
I never was even aware
That butterflies dance in mid air.